Tekst piosenki
[Intro/Hook]
With a strap on me
It ain’t our problems
Ain’t mothafucking our problems
Ain’t My problems
Mothafucking our problems
[Verse 1]
Creepers in my dreams and they’re calling my name
Acting propane all i need is a flame
And just put ’em in pain
They laughing on my way
Stacking caskets like logs by the woods in the rain
Knowing they be stepping outside the frame
Painting vivid pictures without signing names
Y’all posh mpthafuckas never starved a day
Me and rich hoes we gon’ fornicate
Putting up with living in the section 8
Ramen noodles had to kill the pain
And i was born and raised, on some money chase
Where friendly mothafuckas don’t last a day
Counting twenties till i buy a Bentley
Yea you got a job but you monthly wealthy
Don’t rent i deploy, knowing that someone
Serving door by door, cocaine convoy
Ashing genetics left from a living people
Lasting forever flashbacks of our prequel
I’ve been in the ghetto so long i’m lethal
Birds of a feather i guess i’m equal
This cemetery been as dark as ever been
Been a pretty much forever since we still in this bitch
In this shit
Killa, kill it turn his stash to a revenue
Get that, get that cash
Now he owns baltic avenue
I’m the one that fucks with you
Abaddon which side is you
Crawling in the pit with you
Now you fucking with the realest homie
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